This sudden turn of events startled everyone on the front line.
"Ning Kun!" Yang Hu shouted, running forward with large strides.
"A powerful enemy is approaching! Retreat, quickly!" Liu Wu commanded the Martial Guards to fall back.
The elite training of the Martial Guards was on full display. From the mont Liu Wu ordered the retreat to the flag bearers giving the signal, the one million Martial Guards fell back in perfect order.
WHOOSH!!
Another streak of red and white light shot out violently. This ti, it was not a long spear, but an arcing wave of Sword Qi that spanned hundreds of ters. If this attack were to land, at least a thousand n would be slaughtered.
SWISH.
Standing atop the mountain, Chen Yang's pupils constricted. He flicked his wrist, hurling his long spear with all his might.
BOOM!!
The spear, forged from fine steel and infused with his power, was instantly shredded by the Sword Qi. Fortunately, the attack was weakened, and it dissipated into nothingness a hundred ters before the army's formation.
"I told you not to celebrate too soon," Heiqi laughed ferociously. "How many more Sword Qi attacks like that can you possibly block?"
WHOOSH!!
Chen Yang ignored the threat. With a powerful surge, he grabbed the Traveling Dragon Sword, hoisted Heiqi up with it, and leaped down from Phoenix Water Mountain, rushing to the front line.
At the sa ti, a middle-aged noblewoman in a cheongsam slowly approached, accompanied by a young woman. The young woman held a paper umbrella over the noblewoman's head, a faint smile playing on her lips.
This middle-aged noblewoman was none other than Wang Yan.
She held the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword, her slender waist twisting in a perfect arc. Her gaze swept over Heiqi on the ground before finally settling on Chen Yang.
"My brother actually lost to a young brat like you?" Wang Yan's face showed little expression. As if rembering sothing, she continued, "So, the one who raided the Barbarian Country a year ago was also you?"
"Auntie, it's him! This guy, Chen Yang, has been incredibly arrogant these past few years," the young woman beside her, Wang Ting, said with a sneer. "On several occasions, he has humiliated our Barbarians and killed countless of our people."
"Retreat!" Chen Yang ordered in a low voice. "Get as far away from as you can."
"Yes, sir!" Liu Wu's expression was complicated, but he said nothing more.
Wang Yan held a three-inch dagger between two fingers. "You have two choices," she said indifferently. "Either you kill your Martial Guards yourself, or I kill you."
Chen Yang's eyes narrowed. That three-inch dagger...
"You're from Red Lotus Valley?" he asked.
"Hm?" Wang Yan's eyebrows raised slightly. "You have so insight, boy. Or have you t others from Red Lotus Valley?"
Chen Yang said nothing more, gripping the Traveling Dragon Sword tightly with both hands.
He hadn't just t them; his mother was from Red Lotus Valley.
"Since you know of Red Lotus Valley, you should know how formidable we are. Why haven't you made your choice yet?" Wang Ting said with vicarious pride.
"Rise!"
As Chen Yang roared, his already pale face turned as white as paper. His body began to radiate a brilliant golden light, and a massive Dharma Golden Body rose from behind him. One hand pointed to the heavens and the other to the earth, its presence stately and solemn.
HUM!
The Dharma Golden Body opened its eyes, revealing the visage of a Wrathful King Kong.
Chen Yang took a step forward, and the Dharma Golden Body behind him mirrored the action. The aura spreading over the wilderness was so oppressive that the very ground began to crack.
BOOM!
He took another step. The ground beneath his feet collapsed, the muffled impact echoing like earth-shattering thunder. Then, he threw a punch.
"Stubborn until the bitter end." Faced with this astounding scene, Wang Yan remained as indifferent as ever. With a light flick of her fingers, she sent the three-inch dagger flying through the air.
A terrifying aura swept through the sky, annihilating all vegetation. At this mont, the heavens changed color, and the earth shook violently. The massive fist of the Dharma Golden Body was instantly pierced and annihilated, while the small dagger continued unabated, shattering the entire Dharma Golden Body in one strike.
SPURT!
Chen Yang staggered back several steps, spewing blood.
Wang Yan raised her hand, and the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword slashed down.
CLANG!
With no ti to even take a breath, Chen Yang glared and raised the Traveling Dragon Sword high with both hands to block. The shock of the impact sent a visible ripple through the air. Relying on the high grade of his Traveling Dragon Sword, Chen Yang forcefully withstood the strike, the burst of sparks making it seem as if he were in a blacksmith's forge.
"Oh? A dium-grade Treasure Weapon?" Wang Yan expressed surprise. She then gracefully brought her fingers together and gently tapped the blade of his sword.
CRACK!
The Traveling Dragon Sword dropped, slamming onto Chen Yang's shoulder blade, and the sickening crack of shattering bone rang out. Shockwaves pulsed through his shoulder, causing his body to buckle until he fell to one knee.
BAM.
A crater ford where he knelt, the surrounding ground turning to ash inch by inch. Chen Yang's face was flushed crimson, his teeth clenched so hard they threatened to shatter as he desperately held on.
SLICE!
Soon, the sword's edge visibly cut into Chen Yang's shoulder, and the dried bloodstains on his damaged armor were stained crimson once more.
"Commander..."
"Commander, hang in there, we're coming!"
The Martial Guards, who had retreated hundreds of ters, suddenly halted. With a thunderous roar, they charged forward.
SWOOSH.
The small three-inch dagger flashed past. With a glint of light, hundreds of them were cut down, collapsing into pools of their own blood.
"You old bitch!" Chen Yang's eyes burned with fury, but he was powerless before a Heaven Saint expert.
"Hehe, why does your voice sound so full of despair?" Wang Ting said with a grin. "But this is just the beginning. I guarantee you'll get to watch as more of your n fall before you, mowed down in droves like weeds. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm quite looking forward to it."
The death of hundreds didn't stop the Martial Guards' charge; they swept forward like a swarm of locusts.
anwhile, a luxurious sedan chair appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
"So young, yet you have the heart of a venomous snake." A delicate hand stretched out from the sedan chair, a small three-inch dagger dancing nimbly between her fingers.
HUM!
Wang Yan's indifferent expression changed drastically.
Angered, Wang Ting exclaid, "Who are you, putting on airs like that? Believe it or not, my aunt will cut you down with a single strike!"
"Would a traitor dare?"
Wang Ting was stunned. She instinctively looked toward Wang Yan and noticed that her aunt's face was now pale and filled with panic. Before she could think any further, a streak of starlight suddenly appeared in the sky.
SHING!!
Wang Ting saw only a flash of silver, its frosty chill descending like a thunderbolt, causing the very ground to tremble.
Wang Yan raised her sword to block.
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted where she stood. Wang Yan's sword shattered on impact, and Wang Ting, standing beside her, collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
This... Even Wang Yan was so frightened she staggered back several paces, almost collapsing.
"Liu... Liu Qingi," Wang Yan stamred.
The woman in the sedan chair, Liu Qingi, turned to Chen Yang with a smile. "Cousin, we et again."
"Cousin," Chen Yang replied with a bitter smile.
A spotless, white embroidered shoe erged from the sedan chair, followed by a flowing, pure-white robe. Finally, the woman herself stepped out.
Her brows were as serene as autumn waters, her skin as fine as jade touched by a gentle breeze. With a single backward glance and a radiant smile, she put every other beauty to sha.
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